I will write something more intelligent tomorrow.

There is something terribly fun about drinking crappy alcohol. Especially with pizza and oreos.
I think I have had my fill of carbs and lard today.

I went to work, dealt with bitchy women who don't know how to die their hair. I don't have a problem with people letting loose and trying something a little different. I just want to tell the great american woman that when you begin to "highlight" or "frost" your hair in your forties, to look younger it does the opposite affect. It highlights the wrinkles.
I just want the ladies to try something other then honeygold when they hide the grey. Live a little.
Okay I am being a bitch. *plays nice for a bit*

*taps her teeth*
Did I mention recently that my family is officially eurotrash? *laughs* Turns out my brother, mother and I have kissed the same person. We are going to have a proper good laugh over that one.
Ah holidays.

I think I am going to lie on the sofa, eat more disgusting food and read my book about Hitler.
I feel so....oh I don't know....midwestern by doing that.